noodles wroteI heard Boondock Saints was like Guy Ritchie's movies so I went in expecting British gangster fun and instead I got some braindead action movie that tried way too hard to be cool and who's main characters never even came close to getting hurt.
Yeah.
The Ritchie / Tarantino, I want to say influence, but rip-off is more accurate, is so there it's not even a little bit subtle.
I don't want to give away any spoilers for those hapless bastards that haven't yet seen it, but it's a wonder that there weren't any lawsuits.
No character developement, no real plot to speak of, nothing of any wit was said (although I got a kick in the ass over the Tourette's bartender and his mixed up proverbs, because I like lowbrow humor at times), very implausible Deus ex Machina strategy, fake-as-hell Oirish accents, complete dependability on the viewers suspension of disbelief, especially the final courtroom scene; three guys in black overcoats, sunglasses, gloves and carrying fucking DUFFLEBAGS just waltz right on in, and nobody bats a fucking eyelash? Nahh, they don't look the least bit suspicious...
and WTF!!!, Dafoe? That shit was straight out of the Jim Carrey school of acting.
I really wanted to enjoy it, but godammit, I couldn't.
Well, the part when they lit that Russian pricks ass on fire managed to prod a smile out of me.